January 31, 2011

thought-provoking poem

Do not stand at  my grave and weep,

i am not there, i do not sleep

I am in a  thousand winds that blow,

 I am the softly falling snow,

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grains,

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush,

of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am in the star shine of the night,

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet Room,

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in an each lovely thing,

Do not stand at my grave bereft,

I am not there, I have not left.........

                                                         By Mary Elizabeth Frye

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